Lorcan Scamander/Molly Weasley II
"I look like a bloody lion Lorc!" she laughed as he tangled his hands in her hair.
"I like it. It suits you. Wild and crazy with reckless abandon!" he laughed loudly. "Not to mention surprisingly beautiful" He added.
She blushed as the words left his mouth. He always joked around like that. It was never more than a joke to him though… as much as she wished it to be more.
There was something… different about the way he said it this time however. Perhaps it was the way he cocked his head to the side as he spoke the words, as if truly surveying her face, drinking in each aspect of it. Or how he leaned forward slightly as if to get a better look. Perhaps it was the fact that any glimpse of joking had been erased from his face.
"Mo" He said quietly, his voice laced with an unrecognizable emotion.
"Yes?" She queried warily, watching as his face moved closer to hers at a painfully slow pace.
"I think, I think I want to kiss you. Is that okay with you?" He asked.
Molly almost fainted right there and then. She couldn't reply, she merely nodded.
Lorcan immediately pressed his lips against hers, his hands once again tangling themselves in her fiery mane.
After turning from a light kiss, to a heated snog and back again, Molly pulled away, grinning like the cat who got the cream.
"Why haven't we been doing that the whole time?"